So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

JJ

Luke took Rory back to her apartment and got her settled in. He asked her if she would be alright to be alone and she said that she was fine. He then left the apartment in a daze. He didn't remember the drive back from Rory's apartment at all. One moment he was in his truck and the next he was back at the diner.

He opened the diner door and he heard the bell. The bell that had signaled her return millions of times before. He ripped the bell off the door and threw it across the diner.

Everywhere he turned he saw her. There wasn't a thing in that diner that didn't remind him of her. The coffee pot, the walls in which she had painted, the stairs that they had gone up so many times.

He wasn't sure if he could take this. It was all building up on him. He'd lost her, the love of his life. They were supposed to have their middle. He should've gone to her when he had the chance, but he waited!!

"Why did I have to wait so damn long?" He asked himself, with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He walked upstairs and grabbed himself a beer and sat down on the bed. It was the same bed that they had both slept in so many times. He stood up and stripped all of the blankets off of it, leaving nothing but a mattress.

He was fed up. He couldn't do it. He didn't know how he could live without her. Sure, he'd been able to do it for the last couple of months, but then she was at least alive. Now because of the asshole she had been married to, she wasn't.

He stood there, trying to make himself believe it was just a dream, but he knew it wasn't. Maybe it was just easier to realize the truth instead of living in denial.

He got up to get his pajamas on, and he noticed it. It was her flannel shirt. He picked it up and held it in his arms. It still smelt like her. Her beautiful smell.

"Why did you have to go?!" He questioned at the top of his lungs.

He through the shirt across the room and fell to his knees. Crying for the love he'd lost.

A/N: Ch. 3!! Woo Hoo! How can I be in such a good mood when I'm writing this story!! I'm such a loser!!

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